hey there... lately I've developed an admaration for roselia, maybe it was inspired by this thread...
maybe I'll be cured of this roselia obsession by posting this one-shot I wrote...
the story might have come out a bit "essay-ish", that's probably the writing style I'm most comfortable with :\
I'll get back to working on Sabrina's Story...
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Deep within the meadows of the Hoenn region, there exists the most intriguing of pokemon. They consider themselves to be the most beautiful of all grass types. They pride themselves over their apparent loveliness, perhaps to the point of self-worship.
They are the roselia. The most vain of pokemon.
Spring morning
Dawn was breaking. It had rained the night before and it only lifted a few minutes before the crack of dawn. As the fiery sun began to emerge from the horizon and rise into the sky, the sky began to change it's nighttime colouring of navy blue to it's aptly named “sky blue” the diurnal residents of the dale were familiar with. All the while, the sun's rays shone through the misty morn and reached the dew-laden valley below, making it sparkle. With the bug-types still asleep, the birds of the valley had nothing to do but sing, filling the valley with the chorus of hundreds of voices of all kinds of pokemon. This in turn woke up the other pokemon of the valley, including the roselia.
It was a day much like any other day at this particular time of year. Usually the roselia would sun themselves and admire their own roses and other roselia. However, it was a special day for the roselia of this particular dale...
“Today's the blooming, today's the blooming!” sang a chorus of cherry pokemon from all over. The blooming was the day the roselia seedlings' buds blossomed into wonderful roses, it is a sign that they are able to enter roselia society.
In a clearing, a number of roselia gathered to prepare for the blooming, making themselves more gorgeous then usual. After all, this is a special occasion, and roselia will have any excuse to make themselves look prettier.
Some roselia gathered berries of red and blue to the clearing where the blooming took place. However, instead of eating them, one roselia stamped a few razz berries to make gooey red puddle. Using her foot that was now dyed in the scarlet ooze, she gingerly painted red stripes of the sticky liquid onto her blue rose, she even added it to her lips, applying it with her toes as if she was applying lipstick. Clearly this was normal because other roselia copied her and were doing much the same. They also apply pollen from their roses and even mixing colours to get different ones.
The roses that grow on their arms are a roselia's pride and joy, but they're not useful for everyday use, so long ago the roselia learned to use their feet to apply paints to their roses, faces and bodies, making themselves more beautiful.
When the Roselia were good and ready they headed towards a grove close to the edge of the clearing, The tree's branches were quite low, low enough that from a roselia's point of view, they blocked the view of the wooded area. This was where the roselia seedlings were planted. Now it was time to do the initiation ceremony. All at once the Roselia released all the aromas their roses held, it was so strong that it would have been difficult to breathe for other pokemon or people, but it was enough to fill the valley with the wonderful scent.
Behind the tree branches in the wooded area, many roselia seedlings stood dormant and perfectly still. Their eyes and ears haven't even opened yet. Their feet have not even left the earth and taken their first steps, but very soon they must. The scent from the clearing wafts it's way to the area of the roselia seedlings, As it drifts in, carried by a gentle breeze, it mingles between the dormant roselia.
Something truly magical happens, as the scent makes it's way to the seedlings, they begin to move. Each of them begin to lurch forward, as if pulled towards the source of the scent by instinct. Suddenly, the legs of each of the roselia break of from the roots that kept them in the same place since they were planted as seeds. They stumble forward, blind and deaf with only their noses to guide them towards the clearing where the elders are waiting.
One by one, they emerge from the forest, being exposed to the sunlight causes their eyes to open for the first time in their lives. They begin to see the beauty of the world around them, including themselves. All the pokemon appear cheerful that the blooming was a complete success... Almost.
One roselia that emerges from the wood appears different. As she falters into the dale on legs that aren't used to walking, her eyes and ears begin to open. However, instead of being met with cheers of happiness, she's met with stares of confusion and anger. As it's eyes begin to adjust to the new surroundings, she finally notices why the other roselia seem so upset.
The newly awakened roselia looks at her roses, or at least tries to. Instead of finding an arm with a blue rose that most roselia wear on it's left, she had nothing there. All there is is a patch of bare pale green skin, much like the rest of her body. The strangest thing is that this feels completely natural to her, and she cannot comprehend having an arm there. The roselia looks to her right, she has what looks like an arm, but it's an ugly sight to behold. Instead of an arm that ends in a red rose, her right arm is a sickly brown woody colour, and it's twisted into the most unnatural shape. At the end of this crooked branch is a single dried up petal that was a maroon colour. This doesn't feel painful or abnormal for her either.
After looking at her her body, she looks up and is met with the displeased gazes of over a hundred roselia, even the newly awakened ones that grew the same patch of forest look at her with distrust. All the young roselia with the deformed limbs could do was smile weakly.
After a minute or so, the mob of roselia scattered, some took of in the other direction of the strange roselia, completely mortified, while others rushed towards her. The roselia thought at first that they were coming to greet her. The look in their eyes tell a completely different story as they approached the naive grass type. The emotions these eyes held were ones of pure rage.
How dare would this thing be born and spoil the beauty of the world with it's ugliness! they thought as they mobbed the defenseless and unknowing member of their own kind.
One of them trips the crippled roselia. Without arms to catch with, she lands on her face, which causes her pain, something she's never dealt with before. She also feels the legs of several roselia as they kick her, repeatedly striking her body without remorse or relenting. Once used for gentle caresses and delicate touches, the feet of the roselia now show a rougher, more cruel side to life as a roselia. One of the blows hit her crooked arm, and it snaps of like a dead twig. Oddly enough, this doesn't hurt as much as the other kicks she was receiving.
After a few minutes or so, the roselia leave, still somewhat furious over the strange appearance of the roselia. They leave behind the battered and now broken body of the young pokemon. However, it isn't dead, roselias are much hardier then they appear. She tries to stand but is unable to get up. Hot tears stream down the roselia's face. How can members of it's own kind treat it like that, just because she was different? It stayed in the same spot until evening approached. No other pokemon came around, especially not it's roselia brethren.
Suddenly it heard something approaching. It froze in terror as footsteps seemed to come towards the helpless and hapless pokemon. It was tragic that her only day of life had been filled with rejection and now it would end in a possibly terrible manner. She held her breath and closed her eyes and accepted the fact that she might ultimately depart from this world.
As she lay perfectly still, she felt herself being picked up and turned onto her back. Two large fingers then rested on her chest, as if trying to feel a heartbeat. Though she didn't show it, her heart was actually racing with anxiety as the creature tried to search for signs of life in the plant pokemon. The two fingers finally lifted and she felt some relief, however, it was too soon to relax because she was then sprayed with a liquid, it stung a little on her wounded body. After a minute she felt her strength miraculously returning to her body. Not feeling terrified anymore, she opened her eyes to see who the stranger who saved her was.
The creature looked like something she had never seen before, something very different from a roselia, she couldn't describe it properly but it was definitely much bigger then she was, big enough that she was able to fit in the palm of his hand. The eyes of the stranger held feelings that were quite different from the looks that the other roselia gave to her, they were feelings of compassion, like she could trust him.
“You were abandoned because you're different weren't you?”
The young pokemon looked at her shoulders, there was no left arm and her right one had snapped of. Indeed she was different. The other roselias didn't want anything to do with her, so the stranger was definitely right. She replied to him with a small nod.
“Well, It doesn't matter what they think because I think you're still a beautiful pokemon, no matter what.” The way the creature talked to the rose pokemon seemed like he was really sincere and can be trusted.
“Would you like to come with me?” he said as he took out what looked like a red and white sphere.
The armless roselia thought about it for a minute, there was nothing to fear anymore and it instantly agreed with a “Rroz!”
A beam shot out of the ball, it hit the pokemon and instantly it was ingulfed by it, converting into red energy, which absorbed by the red and white device.
What the stranger said and did was the kindiest thing the young pokemon had heard in it's short life. For the first time, she experienced a sense of belonging.
This must be what love is.
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Read and Review as always
maybe I'll be cured of this roselia obsession by posting this one-shot I wrote...
the story might have come out a bit "essay-ish", that's probably the writing style I'm most comfortable with :\
I'll get back to working on Sabrina's Story...
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Deep within the meadows of the Hoenn region, there exists the most intriguing of pokemon. They consider themselves to be the most beautiful of all grass types. They pride themselves over their apparent loveliness, perhaps to the point of self-worship.
They are the roselia. The most vain of pokemon.
Spring morning
Dawn was breaking. It had rained the night before and it only lifted a few minutes before the crack of dawn. As the fiery sun began to emerge from the horizon and rise into the sky, the sky began to change it's nighttime colouring of navy blue to it's aptly named “sky blue” the diurnal residents of the dale were familiar with. All the while, the sun's rays shone through the misty morn and reached the dew-laden valley below, making it sparkle. With the bug-types still asleep, the birds of the valley had nothing to do but sing, filling the valley with the chorus of hundreds of voices of all kinds of pokemon. This in turn woke up the other pokemon of the valley, including the roselia.
It was a day much like any other day at this particular time of year. Usually the roselia would sun themselves and admire their own roses and other roselia. However, it was a special day for the roselia of this particular dale...
“Today's the blooming, today's the blooming!” sang a chorus of cherry pokemon from all over. The blooming was the day the roselia seedlings' buds blossomed into wonderful roses, it is a sign that they are able to enter roselia society.
In a clearing, a number of roselia gathered to prepare for the blooming, making themselves more gorgeous then usual. After all, this is a special occasion, and roselia will have any excuse to make themselves look prettier.
Some roselia gathered berries of red and blue to the clearing where the blooming took place. However, instead of eating them, one roselia stamped a few razz berries to make gooey red puddle. Using her foot that was now dyed in the scarlet ooze, she gingerly painted red stripes of the sticky liquid onto her blue rose, she even added it to her lips, applying it with her toes as if she was applying lipstick. Clearly this was normal because other roselia copied her and were doing much the same. They also apply pollen from their roses and even mixing colours to get different ones.
The roses that grow on their arms are a roselia's pride and joy, but they're not useful for everyday use, so long ago the roselia learned to use their feet to apply paints to their roses, faces and bodies, making themselves more beautiful.
When the Roselia were good and ready they headed towards a grove close to the edge of the clearing, The tree's branches were quite low, low enough that from a roselia's point of view, they blocked the view of the wooded area. This was where the roselia seedlings were planted. Now it was time to do the initiation ceremony. All at once the Roselia released all the aromas their roses held, it was so strong that it would have been difficult to breathe for other pokemon or people, but it was enough to fill the valley with the wonderful scent.
Behind the tree branches in the wooded area, many roselia seedlings stood dormant and perfectly still. Their eyes and ears haven't even opened yet. Their feet have not even left the earth and taken their first steps, but very soon they must. The scent from the clearing wafts it's way to the area of the roselia seedlings, As it drifts in, carried by a gentle breeze, it mingles between the dormant roselia.
Something truly magical happens, as the scent makes it's way to the seedlings, they begin to move. Each of them begin to lurch forward, as if pulled towards the source of the scent by instinct. Suddenly, the legs of each of the roselia break of from the roots that kept them in the same place since they were planted as seeds. They stumble forward, blind and deaf with only their noses to guide them towards the clearing where the elders are waiting.
One by one, they emerge from the forest, being exposed to the sunlight causes their eyes to open for the first time in their lives. They begin to see the beauty of the world around them, including themselves. All the pokemon appear cheerful that the blooming was a complete success... Almost.
One roselia that emerges from the wood appears different. As she falters into the dale on legs that aren't used to walking, her eyes and ears begin to open. However, instead of being met with cheers of happiness, she's met with stares of confusion and anger. As it's eyes begin to adjust to the new surroundings, she finally notices why the other roselia seem so upset.
The newly awakened roselia looks at her roses, or at least tries to. Instead of finding an arm with a blue rose that most roselia wear on it's left, she had nothing there. All there is is a patch of bare pale green skin, much like the rest of her body. The strangest thing is that this feels completely natural to her, and she cannot comprehend having an arm there. The roselia looks to her right, she has what looks like an arm, but it's an ugly sight to behold. Instead of an arm that ends in a red rose, her right arm is a sickly brown woody colour, and it's twisted into the most unnatural shape. At the end of this crooked branch is a single dried up petal that was a maroon colour. This doesn't feel painful or abnormal for her either.
After looking at her her body, she looks up and is met with the displeased gazes of over a hundred roselia, even the newly awakened ones that grew the same patch of forest look at her with distrust. All the young roselia with the deformed limbs could do was smile weakly.
After a minute or so, the mob of roselia scattered, some took of in the other direction of the strange roselia, completely mortified, while others rushed towards her. The roselia thought at first that they were coming to greet her. The look in their eyes tell a completely different story as they approached the naive grass type. The emotions these eyes held were ones of pure rage.
How dare would this thing be born and spoil the beauty of the world with it's ugliness! they thought as they mobbed the defenseless and unknowing member of their own kind.
One of them trips the crippled roselia. Without arms to catch with, she lands on her face, which causes her pain, something she's never dealt with before. She also feels the legs of several roselia as they kick her, repeatedly striking her body without remorse or relenting. Once used for gentle caresses and delicate touches, the feet of the roselia now show a rougher, more cruel side to life as a roselia. One of the blows hit her crooked arm, and it snaps of like a dead twig. Oddly enough, this doesn't hurt as much as the other kicks she was receiving.
After a few minutes or so, the roselia leave, still somewhat furious over the strange appearance of the roselia. They leave behind the battered and now broken body of the young pokemon. However, it isn't dead, roselias are much hardier then they appear. She tries to stand but is unable to get up. Hot tears stream down the roselia's face. How can members of it's own kind treat it like that, just because she was different? It stayed in the same spot until evening approached. No other pokemon came around, especially not it's roselia brethren.
Suddenly it heard something approaching. It froze in terror as footsteps seemed to come towards the helpless and hapless pokemon. It was tragic that her only day of life had been filled with rejection and now it would end in a possibly terrible manner. She held her breath and closed her eyes and accepted the fact that she might ultimately depart from this world.
As she lay perfectly still, she felt herself being picked up and turned onto her back. Two large fingers then rested on her chest, as if trying to feel a heartbeat. Though she didn't show it, her heart was actually racing with anxiety as the creature tried to search for signs of life in the plant pokemon. The two fingers finally lifted and she felt some relief, however, it was too soon to relax because she was then sprayed with a liquid, it stung a little on her wounded body. After a minute she felt her strength miraculously returning to her body. Not feeling terrified anymore, she opened her eyes to see who the stranger who saved her was.
The creature looked like something she had never seen before, something very different from a roselia, she couldn't describe it properly but it was definitely much bigger then she was, big enough that she was able to fit in the palm of his hand. The eyes of the stranger held feelings that were quite different from the looks that the other roselia gave to her, they were feelings of compassion, like she could trust him.
“You were abandoned because you're different weren't you?”
The young pokemon looked at her shoulders, there was no left arm and her right one had snapped of. Indeed she was different. The other roselias didn't want anything to do with her, so the stranger was definitely right. She replied to him with a small nod.
“Well, It doesn't matter what they think because I think you're still a beautiful pokemon, no matter what.” The way the creature talked to the rose pokemon seemed like he was really sincere and can be trusted.
“Would you like to come with me?” he said as he took out what looked like a red and white sphere.
The armless roselia thought about it for a minute, there was nothing to fear anymore and it instantly agreed with a “Rroz!”
A beam shot out of the ball, it hit the pokemon and instantly it was ingulfed by it, converting into red energy, which absorbed by the red and white device.
What the stranger said and did was the kindiest thing the young pokemon had heard in it's short life. For the first time, she experienced a sense of belonging.
This must be what love is.
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Read and Review as always
